Romeo and Juliet Quotes

Prince Escalus If ever you disturb our streets again,Your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace.
Romeo …She’ll not be hitWith Cupid’s arrow. She hath Dian’s with.And, in strong proof of chastity well armed, From Love’s weak childish bow she live uncharmed.
Capulet’s servant God gi’ god-den. I pray, sir, can you read?
Nurse Well, Susan is with God;She was too good for me. But as I said, On Lammas Eve at night shall be fourteen;
Mercutio O, then I see Queen Mab hath been with you.She is the fairies’ midwife, and she comesIn shape no bigger than an agate stoneOn the forefinger of an alderman.
Romeo I fear, too early: for my mind misgivesSome consequences, yet hanging in the stars, Shall bitterly begin his fearful dateWith this might’s revels…
Lord Capulet Welcome, gentleman! Ladies that have their toesUnplagued with corns will have a bout with you!Ah ha, my mistresses! Which of you all Will now deny to dance?
Lord Capulet Content thee, gentle coz, let him alone.’A bears him like a portly gentleman,An,d to say truth, Verona brags of himTo be virtuous and well-governed youth.
Romeo If I profane with my unworthiest handThis holy shrine, the gentle fine is this:My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready standTo smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.
Tybalt Patience perforce with willful choler meetingMakes my flesh tremble n their different greetingI will withdraw; but this intrusion shall, Now seeming sweet, convert to bitt’rest gall..
Juliet Or if thou think’st I am too quickly won, I’ll frown, and be perverse, and say thee nay,So thou wilt woo; but else, not for the world.
Friar Laurence I must up-fill this osier cage of oursWith baleful weeds and precious juiced flowers.The earth that’s nature’s mother is her tomb. What is her burying grace, that is her womb.
Mercutio …to hide HER face; for her fan’s the fairer face.
Nurse Lord, how my head aches! What a head have I! It beats as it would fall in twenty pieces. My back o t’other side-ah, my back, my back!
Benvolio I pray thee,…, let’s retireThe day is hot, he Capulet’s abroad, And, if we meet, we shall not ‘scape a brawl, For now, these hot days, is the mad blood stirring.
Mercutio Good king of Cats, nothing but one of your nine lives
Mercutio …A plague o’both your houses!They have made worm’s meat of me.
Friar Laurence Hold thy desperate hand!Art thou a man? They form cries out thou art;They tears are womanish, thy wild acts denoteThe unreasonable fury of a beast.
Nurse O, HE’S a lovely gentleman! Romeo’s a dishclout to him.
Paris Immoderately she weeps for Tybalt’s death, And therefore have I little talked of love;For Venus smiles not in a house of tears.
Friar Laurence And in this borrowed likeness of shrunk deathThou shalt continue two-and-forty hours,
Lord Capulet Well, I will walk myself to County Paris,To prepare up him against to-morrow.My heart is wondrous light, Since this same wayward girl is so reclaimed.
Juliet My dismal scene needs must act alone.Come vial.
Juliet O, Look! Methinks I see my cousin’s ghostSeeking out Romeo, that did spit his bodyUpon a rapier’s point.
Nurse Why lamb! Why lady! Fie, you slug-abed.
Friar Laurence Dry up your tears and stick your rosemary,On this fair corse, and as the custom is, In all her best array heart her to church;
Romeo There is thy gold, worse poison to men’s souls, Doing more murder in this loathsome world,Than these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell.
Romeo I pay thy poverty and not thy will.
Balthasar For all this same, I’ll hide me hereabout.His looks I fear, and his intents I doubt.
Paris O, I slain! If thou be merciful, Open the tomb lay me with Juliet.
Prince Escalus Seal up the mouth of outrage for a while, Till we can clear these ambiguities.
Balthasar I brought my mater news of Juliet’s death;And then in post came he from MantuaTo this same place, to this same monument.This letter he early bid me to five his father,And threatened me with death, going in the vault, If i departed not and left him there.
Prince Escalus See what a scourge is laid upon your Hate, That heaven finds means to kill your joys with love,And I, for winking at your discords too,Have lost a brace of kinsmen. All are punished.
Prince Escalus For never was a story of more woeThan this of Juliet and her Romeo

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